Peter swore he'd never be taken in by Neal's playboy charms. He could flatter the women into fawning over him all he wanted. He could play up men's egos until they'd hand over their precious art to him, no questions asked. But Peter wouldn't let Neal get to him.

So he listened to Sara swoon and watched Alex's sly smile, always reinforcing his resolve to keep his distance. He even endured Mozzie following Neal around like a puppy dog, ever hopeful.

Then one day Neal grabbed him, pushed him up against a wall and kissed him - dirty.